[Where Winds Meet] Peach Blossoms with Wine

Once, spring was bright and beautiful. In the blink of an eye, it all vanished like smoke.

Beside the broken bridge, bodies lay piled high. Sword in hand, striking bones, there was no end to the sorrow of a homeland reduced to weeds.

The Slender West Lake was stained with blood, red splashing onto fans. Joy and sorrow, parting and reunion, each took their share.

Now only broken mountains and dwindling waters remain. Life springs up at dawn and fades by dusk. The green stream is lined with magnolias, and the swallows before the hall never return home.

Heroes are worn to death. All that remains is a landscape scarred beyond recognition, with nothing left to cherish.

The world is unpredictable, its turbid waves rolling on. Who among us is not aboard the boat?

Thankfully, peace can still be written, and peach blossoms smile in the spring breeze.

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[*Yan Xi's growth arc. *The entire story expands on the original blurb]

[The main plot is like an arrangement that's fallen into disarray, then randomly transposed from there. A self-indulgent work written for the author's own enjoyment]

[For entertainment only. Don't take it too seriously]

Theme: May the land remain at peace as we bask in the spring breeze